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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - Finnish Song
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IF the loved one, the well-known one,
Should return as he departed,
On his lips would ring my kisses,
Though the wolf`s blood might have dyed them;
And a hearty grasp I`d give him,
Though his finger-ends were serpents.

Wind! Oh, if thou hadst but reason,
Word for word in turns thou`dst carry,
E`en though some perchance might perish
`Tween two lovers so far distant.

All choice morsels I`d dispense with,
Table-flesh of priests neglect too,
Sooner than renounce my lover,
Whom, in Summer having vanquish`d,
I in Winter tamed still longer.
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